After about a cup of tea, Utanhua finally finished turning the last page of the story book.
She suddenly closed the script, pressed her face that was almost red and blood-dropped, pretending to be calm, "Okay, I understand."
She pointed to Gu Zhaosi who was still dizzy on the ground and said, "Little monk, take him to the bed, I will cast a spell."
Mu Fusheng stood up stiffly, obviously shocked by the content of the verbal book, and couldn't help asking: "Senior... why do you carry this verbal book with you?"
Utanhua gave him a blank look and said with confidence: "Last time in Qimengchi, we were pecking at each other like a chicken. I thought, if there is a chance to practice dual cultivation in this trip, I will definitely not be able to do this anymore.
I found a storybook and planned to take the time to take a look."
Mu Fusheng was silent and moved his steps mechanically to Gu Zhaosi's body.
He thought to himself: "It turns out that the senior is so attentive to this matter, but he is a little bit too hard to study."
Youtanhua muttered, "I don't know how this emperor has strengthened you after getting drunk at the Great Wilderness Mountain last time, how much is the two people in this book? Alas, I really can't remember at all, little monk, you
Also, as in the storybook... enjoy it?"
Mu Fusheng held his forehead and said awkwardly: "Senior, cast the spell quickly, don't wake up later."
"Oh." Utanhua then walked to the bed in a whisper.
Gu Zhaosi was lying on the bed with his head tilted. Utanhua stretched out his hands to make a seal, and then she closed her eyes and began to weave the illusion.
She followed the steps in the storybook and started to construct one by one. She could not remember it when she constructed several special patterns in the middle.
So she opened her eyes suddenly, sighed, and was about to take out the booklet to continue reading.
Mu Fusheng asked nervously: "Senior, what's wrong? But what's the problem?"
"It's nothing, I'm just old and I can't remember a few different positions." Youtanhua said depressedly.
Mu Fusheng's face turned red and he said softly: "Little monk remember..."
Youtanhua raised his eyebrows and quipped, "Little monk, are you really good at learning? Isn't it the legendary thing that I can never forget?"
"Well..." Mu Fusheng lowered his head, covered his palm on Youtanhua's shoulder, and said, "Senior, let's weave together."
After a illusion was weaving, a few drops of nose bleeding fell to the ground.
Youtanhua stammered his neck, looked at the blood on Mu Fusheng's lips, and teased: "Little monk, your concentration is too poor."
Mu Fusheng felt a little embarrassed, but he reached out to wipe off the blood on Youtanhua's lips without saying a word.
When Youtanhua saw it, it was her turn to touch the ground with embarrassment. She was sarcastic at Mu Fusheng, but she didn't notice that she was bleeding from her nose.
Mu Fusheng looked at Youtanhua with amusement, gently scraped her nose, and changed the topic: "Senior, since the illusion has been completed, let's use it for him."
So, Utanhua pointed his fingers together at Gu Zhaosi, raised his eyebrows and said, "I personally wove the gentle land for you, enjoy it."
The magic was completed, and Youtanhua returned leisurely to the imperial chaise longue in the hall, while Mu Fusheng was meditating and chanting.
After a while, Gu Zhaosi on the bed suddenly shouted hoarsely: "Well~ I'm almost out of here~"
The grapes that Utanhua used magic to lead to his mouth suddenly fell to the ground, and Mu Fusheng's chanting also came to an abrupt end.
"It hurts so much...it's so good, Youyou, hurry up, you should hurt me..." Gu Zhaosi shouted happily again.
Youtanhua bounced up suddenly, bent one leg, clenched his fist tightly, and seemed to be unable to bear it. He said angrily: "Can you shut up?"
Mu Fusheng was also in a dilemma: "Senior, this kind of magic will be greatly reduced. Our plan will fail."
Yutanhua thought that Gu Zhaosi's fantasy object was her. Although it was fake, it still made her very upset.
"Little monk, what sutra you have recited? I will recite one too." Youtanhua endured it again and again, and finally gave up.
So, under the corner of the hall, a demon and a Buddha recited the Buddhist scriptures all night.
If the gods and Buddhas were born to know that the largest female devil in Nanyang actually volunteered to recite Buddhist scriptures all night, they would probably fall from the sky with excitement.
Li Defu stayed outside for a night, and was very relieved to listen to the emperor's cry of pleasure in a daze.
"I think there will be another empress in the palace tomorrow."